"EYE OF RABBIT, harp sting hum, turn this water into rum . . . Eye of rabbit, harp sting hum, turn this water into rum."

Harper observed Seamus carefully. "What exactly is he trying to do?"

"Turn it into rum." Ron replied, not bothering to look up. "Actually he managed to make weak tea yesterday, before—ah mail is here."

Harper looked up and saw a dozen of owls flying into the Hall. Dale landed right in front of her and she took his letter, before handing him some food. He gently accepted it before taking off again.

"Hey look!" Dean exclaimed. "Neville's got a Remembrall!"

Harper looked up from the letter Remus and Dorcas had send her and saw that Neville was indeed holding a Remembrall.

"I've read about those," Hermione said. "When the smoke turns red it means you've forgotten something."

The Remembrall turned red and Neville looked sad at it. "The only problem is I can't remember what I have forgotten."

Harper smiled and patted his back. "I'm sure you'll remember," she encouraged him. She then opened her own letter and her hazel eyes darted over the content. Both Dorcas and Remus congratulated her on getting into Gryffindor while the latter added that he was happy they didn't receive a toilet seat just yet. Harper grinned and mentally thanked him for the great idea.

Harper glanced at Harry and saw him sitting nervously next to her. He had yet to eat something. She knew it was because of the flying lessons they would have today. Placing her hand on his upper arm, she said, "Relax, Harry, I'm sure everything is going to be just fine."

Harry sighed. "Just what I wanted. To make a fool of myself in front of Malfoy."

Harper gave him an encouraging smile. "Hey, you'll be fine, trust me, beside how good can he be?"

Everyone was talking about it, Malfoy was even boasting about it. Then, Seamus began telling everyone about riding his broom his whole childhood. Yeah right. Ron would even tell everyone who would listen about the time he almost hit a hand glider on Charlie's old broom.

Harper was pretty sure that that had never happened.

On the other side of her sat a really nervous Neville. Neville has never been on a broomstick, at least, that's what he said. His grandmother never let him on a broom and knowing him for a week, Harper got why she didn't let him. Neville was a good friend of her but he was also a bit . . . accident, even with both feet on the ground. He would only hurt himself.

The only person who was almost as nervous as Neville, was Hermione. Harper tried to calm her but failed miserably when she continued to blabber about tips that they could use on their brooms. On Harper's advice, what she really started to regret, Hermione had read the book Quidditch Through the Ages and Neville seemed to be hanging on every word she's been saying. Harper hoped it would help them.

Neville took his Remembrall and tried to remember what he had forgotten, when Malfoy came up behind him and snatched the Remembrall from Neville's hands. Harry, Ron and Harper jumped to their feet, ready to bite Malfoy off, when Professor McGonagall appeared in a flash, ruining Harper's hope to fight Malfoy.

"What's going on?" she asked, eying Malfoy.

"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor," Neville replied.

"Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall on the table. "I was just taking a look." He said and sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle following.

Harry, Ron and Harper exchanged a glance and sat back down. They continued to glare at Malfoy.

"Why does he have to be such a git?"

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"GOOD AFTERNOON CLASS," Madame Hooch greeted them. They stood outside on the castle grounds and had formed two lines, one for Gryffindors and one for Slytherins.

"Good afternoon Madame Hooch," they replied.

"Welcome to your first flying lessons. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick."

Harper walked over to a broom. Harry and Ron took the ones beside her.

"Stick your right hand over the broom and say up!"

"Up!" Harper said. Almost instantly, the broom flew up into her hand. She smiled and looked at Harry who had also a broom in his hand.

"Well done, Potters!" Madame Hooch said. "Ten points to Gryffindor!"

They smiled at each other and Harper saw Hermione having a difficult time.

"You have to mean it, Hermione," she said.

Hermione looked at Harper and nodded.

"Up!" The broom flew into her hand and she smiled at Harper.

"Up!" Ron said and the broom knocked agains his face.

Harry and Harper laughed.

"Shut up Harry, Harper," Ron muttered clutching his nose.

Soon enough, everyone had their brooms in their hands and Madam Hooch moved to the middle once more. "Now, once you've got hold of your brooms, I want you to mount it. Grip it right. You don't want to be slinging off the end."

They mounted their brooms and waited for Madam Hooch's signal. However, before she could blow her whistle, Neville started hovering from the ground. He looked frightened and Harper's eyes widened.

"Ah . . . ah!" He yelled while getting higher and higher until he started flying—well, flying would be overstatement.

"Neville!" Harper yelled and she could hear her fellow Gryffindors yelling, too, as Neville screamed, tossing and turning around on his broom.

He bumped his broom, rattled and spun and then fell of his broom. His cloak hung on a statue's spear and Harper hoped he just stayed there until they could ran over to catch him. Unfortunately, he hung there for just a moment, until his cloak ripped and clung onto another statue, around ten feet of the ground. Then, Neville slipped off his broom and fall to the ground, face first as there was a loud crack.

Harper immediately ran over to him. "Oh Merlin, are you alright?"

Before he could answer, Madame Hooch pushed her away and kneeled down. She helped him up, holding onto his wrist. "Ah, a broken wrist," she muttered. "Come on, boy—it's alright, up you go."

They started walking and Neville winced in pain. "Everyone is to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr Longbottom to the Hopsital Wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch." With that, she and Neville left.

Harper shook her head. Whatever happened, it always seemed to happen to Neville. He didn't deserve that.

"Did you see his face?" Malfoy sneered and Harper's head snapped up, seeing the smirk on his face.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Parvati Patil snapped and Harper immediately liked the girl even more.

"Oh, sticking up for Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson's taunted. "Never thought you'd like fat little cry-babies, Parvati?"

Harper gripped on her broom in anger. "At least she is loyal to her friends," she said while stepping up to face her. "You don't even have any."

The anger in Harper's eyes must have been pretty clear because Pansy took a few steps back, regaining herself.

"Look!" Malfoy said, while snatching up something from the ground. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him." The Remembrall glistered in the sun when he showed it to the others.

"Give it here, Malfoy!" Harry said while both he and Harper moved closer to him.

"Yeah," Harper continued, "it isn't even yours." She could hear that everyone stopped talking to watch them.

Malfoy gave them his oh-so-famous smirk. "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find—how about—up a tree?"

"Give it here!" Harper lunged forward but Malfoy stepped back, got on his broom and took off.

That damn bastard.

The worst of all. Malfoy wasn't lying. He could fly.

"Come and get it, Potters!"

Harper gritted her teeth irritated while calculating her chances. She then took her broom and saw her brother doing the same.

"No!" Hermione shouted. "You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you two don't even know how to fly!"

Oh yeah? Watch me.

Harry and Harper ignored her and exchanged a nod before mounting their brooms. They kicked the ground hard and flew up.

"Give it here, Malfoy!" Harper shouted at him, while holding her broom still.

"If you want it, come and get it," he replied before throwing the Remembrall away. Harper dived behind it and smiled when she caught it.

I caught it.

Her head snapped up and she just managed to dodge Malfoy, who tried to block her, and she threw the Remembrall to Harry.

"Harry! Catch!"

Harry narrowed his eyes and dived after the Remembrall. He caught the Remembrall before it smashed on the ground and they both landed, feeling victorious.

Harper threw her arms around him. "We did it! We actually did it!"

Harry laughed and put his free arm around her, holding the other one up to show everyone the Remembrall. The Gryffindors cheered and congratulated them, until a booming voice stopped their little celebration.

"HARRY AND HARPER POTTER!"

Harper slowly turned around to look at the shocked face of Professor McGonagall.

"Never in my life," she murmured. "Follow me!"

Harry and Harper exchanged a we're-screwed-glance and followed McGonagall back into the castle.

She stopped at the Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom and opened the door.

"Excuse me, professor Quirrel, but can I borrow Wood?"

Wood? Who or what is that?

A boy from fifth year walked out of the room with a questionably look on his face.

"Wood, I have found you a Seeker and a Chaser," professor McGonagall said, seeming very pleased with herself.

Wait, Seeker and Chaser, she surely doesn't mean—

"Really?" Wood said, walking around them.

"These two are naturals!" Professor McGonagall said, looking proudly down at Harry and Harper. "I've never seen anything like it! Was that your first time riding a broom?"

Harry nodded but Harper shook her head. "No, during summer I sometimes flew with Charlie and he would teach me the basics."

Oliver's eyes lit up when she mentioned Charlie's name. "You mean Charlie Weasley, don't you?"

Harper nodded and he almost burst out of joy. "Fantastic! He was a brilliant player you see, even taught me a couple of tricks—"

"I see," Professor McGonagall interrupted a rambling Oliver. "Mr Potter caught that thing in his hand after a fifty-foot drop. Didn't even scratch himself! Charlie Weasley couldn't have done it. And Miss Potter has a hard swing!"

Oliver beamed brightly and Harper smiled. "Ever seen a game of Quidditch?" he asked excitedly.

"Wood is the Quidditch Captain of the Gryffindor team." Professor McGonagall explained.

"Harry is built for a Seeker too," he continued, looking at Harry. "And Harper for a Chaser," he added walking around the two of them. "I guess a Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven, I'd say."

"I shall speak to Professor Dumbledore and see if we can bend the first-year rule. Heaven knows we need a better team than last year. Flattened in the last match by Slytherin, I couldn't look at Severus Snape in the face for weeks . . ."

Professor McGonagall peered sternly over her glasses at Harry and Harper. "I want to hear you're training hard, Potters, or I may change my mind about punishing you two." Then she suddenly smiled. "Your father would have been proud, he was an excellent Quidditch player himself."

Harper smiled sadly, already knowing that because of Remus and Dorcas. She closed her eyes for a minute, letting it all come over her and grinned at Harry.

"We did it, mate."

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November 1st 2021

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